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shirt.”
    This seems very sudden. If he were any other
man, I'd say no. But Tristan is not any other man.
    “ Okay,” I say shakily.
“You may take off my shirt.”
    “ I wasn't asking
permission.” He unfastens my collar, stroking the skin beneath as
he pulls it back from my neck. I suck in my breath as he kisses the
hollow below my ear.
    “ Ordinarily, I wouldn't
bother with a narration. Sensation is stronger when it occurs in a
vacuum. But this is your first time with a blindfold, and you're
frightened.”
    “ Yes,” I
whisper.
    My shirt is completely
unbuttoned. Tristan pulls it off my shoulders and down my arms.
Then he reaches behind me and unhooks my bra. He isn't being rough
at all, and I'm surprised by how reverently he is undressing me.
This is the same man who said he wanted to fuck me hard .
    “ Lie down.” He smooths his
fingers over my shoulders, pushing my hair out of the way. “I'm not
going to take anything else off. But you aren't allowed to
move.”
    His sheets feel crisp against my spine and
give a soft, starchy rasp as I lean back against them. The bed
creaks alarmingly as he slides on beside me, and I start to sit up.
He gently pushes me back. “Relax.”
    I swallow, and then nod.
    Tristan straddles my waist, startling me
into bucking. He squeezes me with his thighs, and firmly pushes me
back against the bed. I can feel his erection nudging my belly
through his jeans. That makes me happy. In spite of my awkwardness,
and my fear, I know now that he finds me sexually attractive. But
then he shifts his weight and the hard, insistent press of him
disappears.
    “ Keep your hands here.” He
pulls my arms over my head and rotates them so that I'm gripping
his headboard. He curls my fingers around the wood, checking to
make sure that my grip is firm. “Don't move your hands.”
    “ I won't.”
    Something soft and feathery circles my
navel, and I jerk to attention, but the sensation stops almost as
soon as I perceive it.
    I let out my breath, then suck it all up
again when the tickling sensation appears again, this time
concentrating around my nipples, before skirting down my sides, and
finally, my lips. I let out a choking laugh, squirming a little as
I turn my head away.
    “ I told you not to
move.”
    Tristan moves my head back into position and
fixes my arms. Then he rotates the object against my skin, and I
feel the needle sharp point of the feather—I'm pretty sure it's a
feather.
    He retraces the path he
took before with the scratchy end and while it doesn't hurt,
exactly, it is irritating. As I breathe deeply, Tristan says, “No talking,
either. Not unless I ask you a direct question. Then you may
answer, but nothing else. Is that clear, Kelly?”
    The feather circles my aureola lazily,
ringing around the tingling epicenter before coming down heavily on
the sensitive tip. I wonder if he's trying to draw blood.
    “ Yes.”
    “ Good girl.” He's back to
using the soft side of the feather. “You have magnificent breasts.
Your nipples are already so hard. I bet you want my mouth on
them.”
    I can't believe this is happening.
    But then I feel his warmth against my naked
skin as he leans in. “Do you want me to suckle your nipples in my
mouth, Kelly?”
    “ Yes,” I say
faintly.
    “ Ask me then.”
    But I can't, oh God,
I can't .
    “ Say it, Kelly,” he coaxes
me. “Say it, or I won't do it.”
    “ I want…I want my
n-nipples in your mouth,” I repeat, and just saying those words
gives me such a thrill. I'm talking dirty. I've never talked dirty
before.
    “ Please,” he
prompts.
    I can do this. “Suckle my nipples,
please.”
    Tristan sets the feather
aside. Then I hear that rattle again. He pulls my shirt aside and
his mouth covers my breast, and I jerk, because his lips are
freezing and yet, somehow, his mouth is hot .
    With his free hand, he teases my other
breast, rolling the nipple through his fingers as he sucks. I'm
breathing harder now. When he digs his nails lightly